"Grandpa, they didn't kill the Scourge in the end, did they?"

"There is no ...... in the back" The old man flipped back a few pages, and after seeing a blank space, he shook his head: "This is already the last paragraph of the diary." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

There was silence in the field, and no one dared to be optimistic that the natural disaster had been eliminated.

"Wait a minute. After a long time, Bartlett seemed to remember something, and said, "I remember that the diary mentioned a potion that can put the Scourge into a deep sleep, and since this laboratory has not been destroyed so far, does it mean that the Scourge is actually still asleep?"

"Maybe it was before. But now......" Master Clark stood up, looked around the empty hall except for them, and shook his head and smiled bitterly when he saw the few potion bottles on the table with only a small amount of liquid left, "Since the last time in the diary, they have suppressed the natural disaster for a full 9 years. If they still have that potion, then why are they evacuating?"

The New Year's earthquake had heralded the awakening of the Scourge, and although it had been subsided in a very short time, it had probably exhausted their sleeping potion, so they had to evacuate.

The old man didn't say this directly, but who among those present could not hear this obscure meaning.

"Commander, Master Clark, we should go back at once and inform Archduke Lanceveen of this!" Seeing Bartlett pick up the diary and the few potion bottles, and put them in his bag, the pale-faced Esther suddenly proposed after struggling and hesitating for a moment, which immediately made the rest of the people feel a wave of emotion.

"Yes, we've completed our quest and found the potion that can put the scourge to sleep. ”

"Yes, now go back, maybe the Grand Duke will still have time to gather the pharmacists and make this potion. ”

Knowing that there was a scourge beneath their feet, they really didn't want to stay here for a moment.

And Esther herself, who made the proposal, swore in her heart that as soon as he returned to the circle, he would leave the Northern Regions immediately and never come back!

However, Bartlett, who read their thoughts, suddenly let out a roar and stopped them.

"No, we can't go back now, we have to move on!"

"For ...... Why, Commander?" Esther defended without confidence, "The Northern Regions have reached the point of life and death, and if we give this potion to the Grand Duke, we may be able to find a way to prepare the same potion and keep that scourge asleep." ”

"Do you know where that scourge is?"

"Are you sure that the potion we found is the one in the diary?"

"Even if it is, do you know how to use this potion?"

Bartlett's voice grew harsher and harsher as he asked one question after another, and at the end he was almost roaring!

His words were like three whips, slamming down on his members, causing them to tremble uncontrollably, blushing and wanting to lower their heads.

Bartlett looked directly at his members and spoke earnestly and resolutely.

"Listen, we have to move on, we have to see the sleeping scourge with our own eyes, confirm the authenticity of this potion, and find the right way to use it!"

"But this is to die!" Esther, whose face was flushed, screamed, her words full of fear, "What if, if we wake it up?"

"Are you afraid of death?" said Bartlett's words, and there was a sudden hint of anger. He originally thought that all the people who were willing to go outside the circle were warriors who had already achieved the consciousness of death, not those "overseas search teams" who were greedy for life and afraid of death.

Esther fell to her knees, her trembling legs no longer able to support his seemingly tall frame. He looked up, his mouth wide, but he seemed to have forgotten how to speak, and just kept moving up and down, like a dead fish out of water.

"Since you're afraid of death, why do you want to go outside the circle with us?"

"I'm not afraid of demons, I'm not afraid of death, but that's a natural disaster. Esther forced herself to make a sound, but the voice was intermittent and almost like crying.

"You. ”

Bartlett froze.

His knuckles were white from the exertion of the hilt of his sword, and his eyes were closed as if he didn't want to see the coward again.

However, after a long time, he had to let out a helpless sigh.

"I know that many people don't have the courage to face natural disasters, and to be honest, I can't help but tremble. But there are some things that someone has to do. With that, he pulled down his bag and threw it on the ground.

"If you are no longer willing to go any further, I will ask you to return with your notes and flasks to report to Your Excellency the Grand Duke of Lanceveen what we have discovered. ”

"But I ......," he crouched down, took one of the potion bottles from his bag, slowly inserted it into his underwear pocket, and declared to his members, "I will keep going." ”

"Commander......"

The voices of several people were slightly choked, and they were ashamed of their cowardice.

The red-haired Betsy bit her lip and stood up first, "Captain Bartlett, I'm willing to continue to move forward with you." ”

Then Rosen and Pullman looked at each other and stood up as well, "We are willing to move forward with you." ”

"I've never had any intention of leaving, an old man. Master Clark laughed and blew his beard, "I just want you to bring back my mischievous granddaughter." ”

"Grandpa. Miss Julie made a disgruntled voice, "How could I leave you alone, but it's just a sleeping day...... It's just a natural disaster. Speaking of this, she raised an eyebrow: "Besides, if I go back, what will you eat here?"

Bartlett felt something rush up in his chest. He was relieved that his members were true warriors, but they were blinded by fear.

Esther sat on her knees, her head bowed in silence. He also thought about getting up and walking to his leader's side, but his kneeling legs seemed to weigh as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move them anyway. He was ashamed and indignant, holding his head in his hands, slumped up, buried his face deep in the ground, and never dared to lift it again.

Suddenly, he felt a strong hand grab him by the shoulder, drag him off the ground, and then shove a bag of things directly into his arms.

"Listen, Esther!"

Bartlett's heavy voice rang in his ears: "Bring these things back to the Grand Duke anyway." If we don't make it back, then this will at least leave a slight chance of salvation for the North. ”

The mixture of cowardly shame and guilt of being trusted made Esther almost cry.

"I will!"

"I swear!"

"I swear with my life!" (To be continued.) )